For some lighter fare, I give you a Hound and a chicken. Better make that two chickens.
We are living in a time of Maximum Bloviation. Everybody has a platform, and discourse on all of them seems to have fallen to the low common denominator of the Facebook rant.
Whenever I tire of listening to blowhards flap their jaws, I fire up this brilliant scene from Game of Thrones and let The Hound do the talkin’ — in all his bloody and foul-mouthed glory. Can’t embed this one, so watch it on Youtube here. And, like I said, it’s foul-mouthed and violent, so if you don’t like that sort of thing, don’t fire it up.
You need no context to appreciate this well-wrought scene, which was the highwater mark of HBO’s landmark fantasy series. It’s “medieval Westeros,” but it could be a tavern on the Monongahela River in 1777 or a saloon in the Arizona Territory in 1880. Or maybe Deadwood.
Oh, and… Fuck the King.